Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brazil and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Glambeats Corp. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Adolescents,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Slackers,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
David Bowie,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.